A poem I'm stupidly proud of for being what it is.

“Dryad”


I was born with the forest, wild.
free, untamable with the sprouting leaves,
Danced with the forest green.

I blossomed under the sun’s beams,
sought lands, friends, adventure as I breathed
Far within the forest trees.

I colored under the falling, with leaves
in hues of pies, cones, and all nature’s bounty set free,
Under the forest’s shortening days.

Within the roots I, stayed
as the forest in frosted coats gleamed,
Aging in wisdom in the forest mild.

Till the seasons turned me round,

It's actually nice in my opinion...

Hmm, a nice poem

Thanks! Me being stupidly proud of it in referring that the poem is a palindrome and I rarely write decent palindromes.